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The orgasm came on like a wave she couldn’t stop. It started deep inside her body and pulsed out. She couldn’t stop the cry that came out of her throat as the pleasure overtook her.

Sebastian kept up the pressure, watching her as she rode out the orgasm. When he seemed satisfied, when her whole body was limp and it took real effort to keep herself upright, he pulled his hand away.

He brought his soaked fingers to his lips and sucked her arousal into his mouth.

She was exhausted. She was so ready to feel that man move inside her. She watched, waiting for the moment when he tossed off his own clothes and she was skin to skin with him. Finally.

He reached into his pocket and came back with a condom. Before she knew it, he was unzipping those perfectly pressed slacks of his. “Touch me.”

She could do that. It felt like she’d been waiting years to touch him. She forced herself to sit up and reached out for his cock. It was a thing of beauty, long and thick with a plump purple head. She gripped him, stroking him up and down, satisfied when he groaned.

He leaned over, lowering his head to hers. “Damn, you feel good. No more. I can’t take it. I need to be inside you.”

He pulled her hand away and tugged the condom over his erection. She reached up, wanting to get his shirt off, but he moved quickly. He spread her legs and pulled on her hips, forcing her to lean back in order to stay balanced. She could feel the hard press of his cock, but she was so wet he eased inside her.

He gripped her hips, but she could do nothing but cling to him. He thrust in and out, gaining ground by the inch. He filled her and she found her legs wrapping around his waist as she watched him. His face had tightened, his whole body taut and ready. He pumped deep inside her, angling her hips up so he could thrust in as far as she would hold him.

For the second time, she couldn’t hold back. He ground his pelvis against her, hitting her clitoris again and again as his cock found her sweet spot. He thrust over it and she went blissfully over the edge once more.

Sebastian’s thrusts lost their rhythm as he fucked her hard. His whole body tightened and he pressed inside one last time.

She couldn’t hold herself up a second longer. She let her body sag down, reveling in the pure pleasure that was still pounding through her. It had given way from the primal rhythm to a languid peace.

Sebastian stared down at her, his hand coming out to touch her chest. “It’s time to get cleaned up. I have to accept an order from a winery in thirty minutes. Do you have a class?”

He turned away, pulling the condom from his cock and neatly tying it up.

She wished he’d held her, but she had to take a deep breath. Baby steps. She hadn’t expected him to be so passionate. “No. I’m free the rest of the day, but I was going to stay and find a place to help.”

“You can help me.” He cleared his throat as though trying to find his decorum again. “If you don’t have something to do, I would prefer you spend your time with me. Though we’re going to have to get you dressed again. I know I said I wouldn’t hide our relationship from our coworkers, but I likely will hide your body unless we’re in a club.”

His words were oh so reasonable, but she could hear the possessiveness behind them. It was a good first step.

He helped her up and his head came down, lightly kissing her on the forehead. After the passion from before, it felt like the sweetest gesture. “Get dressed, sweetheart. I’ll clean up here. Don’t forget we have to meet Jaye and his submissives at the club tonight. We’ll finish up here early, have dinner, and then get ready to go into Dallas.”

Where they would no longer have to pretend to be lovers. They were and they’d done it in a very Sebastian fashion. He’d made the decision and there would be no wondering about her status with him. He wouldn’t ghost on her and she wouldn’t sit around wondering if that one time was all she would get. He’d made a commitment to her to give this thing a try.

She started to do her Master’s bidding, but she was already planning.

It was a nice start, but next time she was getting his pants off.

Chapter Eight

Sebastian shifted, his right leg aching in a way that let him know things were about to get bad.

He ignored it. Tiffany was going to spend the day out with Deena tomorrow and he could try to properly look after himself once she was out of the apartment.

“So that guy has two subs? Like me?” Jaye stared out over the dungeon floor, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Jaye looked oddly uncomfortable in his leathers, as though they were slightly too big even though they’d been custom fitted for him.

It was obvious that while Jaye might not have studied the materials Sebastian had given him as well as he should have, he’d gotten up to speed on club gossip. Mostly. “Not exactly. That’s Jake Dean. He’s got one sub whom he shares with his partner. You know his partner. He’s the one you’re shaking down in order to gain access here.”

Jaye frowned. “It’s not a shakedown. It’s business and you know it actually wasn’t my idea. It was Gina’s, so you should really stop making me out to be the villain here. Do you think he’s going to punch me?”

Sebastian studied Milo Jaye for a moment. He was an odd duck, as his father would have said. Jaye was perfectly competent when they talked about his business. Sebastian had gone to Jaye’s office for a session and found the man to be comfortably alpha when it came to talking about his work. The minute he talked about anything else, he got that swaggering confidence that told Sebastian he was overcompensating. And it was very intriguing to discover that he hadn’t been the one to come up with the plan that had Big Tag pissed off.

“As long as you hold up your end of the bargain, I wouldn’t expect Jake to bother you,” Sebastian replied, wondering how Tiffany was doing with the submissives.

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